{Held in glorious moment. (Original postcard sent to me by dear Kristi of asphalt and air. Thanks Kristi.)}
Summer holidays and Christmas Day forever linked, these days that gently roll into weeks have seen pleasure reign. Friends and family to natter with and see, cinemas dark and inviting, books to crack open, light days followed by long warm and sometimes stormy nights, a cheerful succession, a cheerful possession, the pattern is a familiar one and one I relish each year. The New Year but one week old, roll on, summer, roll on.
{In garden green, we feasted and lolled in the sun. We turned the pages of new reads, and we shut our eyes and let the light filter through. We ate exceedingly well all Christmas long and we sat barefoot for the main. A Birthday was marked and the cake was good. The cake was very good.}
